Lyrics

Will there come a time When we won't have to worry Every single day And is it a crime To live inside every emotion In a single breath So flock of hearts Beating their wings through the blood red sky to the clouds where they dine with the king You're way out of line Asleep at the wheel of fortune On your lucky day In a palace of sound I was trapped in a man's body With a child's mind So flock of hearts Beating their wings Through the blood red sky To the clouds where they dine with the king
Writer(s): Lukasz Buda, William John Dryden Ricketts, Richard Laurance Singleton, Thomas Callwood, Samuel Flynn Scott, Warner Edward Emery, Conrad Wedde Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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